#ok uhh this went some places??

[wabblebees]

the universe is mean as hell but at least its fucking funny

(cw for christian end-times conversion bullshit under the readmore)

[aniesvision]

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𓆩𓆪

𐂃 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ♡︎

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒉𝒆𝒚𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓/𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 ♡︎ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒖𝒑

-Hey, are you busy?

I turn my head around and see Matt adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. I smile, put my phone down, and lean on the couch to see him better.

-Not really, why?

I just got ready to go to a party with the three brothers, my costume being simple but classic: Daphne from Scooby Doo. Nick was going as Fred, so we were matching.

-Can you do my makeup? Like this. -He steps closer, showing me a picture of Robert Pattinson dressed as Batman.

-Uhh, I think so. -I say, standing from the couch. -I have a few makeup stuff in Nick's room, I'll get it.

-Word.

I climb upstairs and grab some makeup brushes and a pallet of shadows with a dark black tone that I could use. I meet Matt in his bathroom, him sitting on the toilet seat as I place the stuff on the counter.

-Ok, turn your head up for me. -I say, brushing his hair to the side.

I use one hand to keep his head still and the other to spread the black eyeshadow on his skin, marking the places I was supposed to fill with the color. We stayed silent for a bit, his eyes watching my every move as I focused on making it look nice, but feeling his face so close to mine and his pupils so concentrated on my figure makes me a bit nervous.

Matt and I are friends, considering I'm friends with his brothers, but ever since we met there was something about him that made me feel different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's like he can see my soul and it scares me.

Nick used to say every time that his brother had an "obvious crush" on me, but since Matt never actually made a move I doubted it.

-Close your eyes. -I ask.

I use a smaller brush on his eyelids, careful not to put too much pressure. My hand holding him still moves to his jaw, my thumb on one of his cheeks and the rest of my fingers on the other. His face is perfectly shaped like it was drawn by the best artist in the world, his skin is soft and I can feel the scent of his pre-shave products mixing with his cologne.

I keep my face close to his, making sure the makeup is covering all the places it should. When I was done with his eyes I couldn't help but smile at the scene.

-Open.

I check both eyes to make sure they look similar and nod, changing the brush again to do the rest. He follows my movements with his eyes, curious, almost adorable, just like a puppy.

I take one more look at the reference picture, leaning closer again and concentrating on making the right shape. Matt's eyes drop to my lips, not being too discreet since I was facing him, but I decided to ignore it, there's not much for him to look at anyway.

Every time I turned my body a bit to collect more of the black shade he followed my hand with his eyes, then went back to staring at my mouth. He didn't say anything, and I couldn't read the intentions behind his gaze, maybe not knowing what he meant made my heart beat faster, but still, I wasn't sure what it was.

-I'm almost done. -I warn him.

He nods but doesn't look away. What is he thinking about? I take my hand off his face, stepping back and taking a look from a distance to see what else I could do and what was missing.

-You look pretty good in eyeshadow. -I say, leaning closer again to do the final touches.

-I don't use eyeshadow, I am the shadows. -He jokes, using a deeper voice at the end of the sentence.

I giggle, rolling my eyes with a smile and placing the brush back on the counter.

-Yeah, okay, Batman.

He chuckles as well, keeping his eyes on me as I close the pallet.

-Is it done? -He asks, standing up and making his way behind me to look at himself in the mirror.

-I think so, what do you think?

I turn around, facing him and studying his reaction. He moves his head around to look at the makeup, smiling.

-Awesome.

He looked down at me, scanning my face, my heart beating even faster just to know that I was basically trapped in between him and the counter, and maybe I was hallucinating but he looked like he was getting closer each second.

-Thanks. -He whispers, a small smirk on his lips.

Each of his hands rested on the counter on each side of my body, his eyes dropped to my lips once more and the warmth of his body seemed to be hugging me.

-Why are you looking at my lips? -I finally ask, in an act of courage, a small smile on my lips and my cheeks probably red as a tomato.

-No reason. -He shrugs.

His head tilts slightly to the side, one of his hands sneaking its way to my waist as if he were testing the waters. Our eyes met again, and there was nothing to say, the tension in our gaze was palpable and there was no need to keep prolonging it.

Matt's lips finally find mine in a soft and delicate kiss. Our mouths barely move at first, both of us still processing the action. It changes when I wrap my arms around his neck. He seemed to find the confidence he needed in my move, pressing his lips harder against mine and sliding in his tongue.

My hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss becomes heated, and his body presses against mine.

-What the fuck are you guys doing? -We hear, the voice coming from the hallway, making us immediately pull away.

We look to the side, Nick and Chris giving us confused looks.

Fair to say Nick was right and he didn't give us one second of peace after that.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[fictionalmenxyn]

♥︎𝐖𝐭𝐟?! 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫?! 𝐑𝐥𝐥𝐲?!♥︎

Paring: frat!rafe x sorority!reader

Warnings: language, vague mention fighting, protective!possesive!rafe, creep, being followed

♥︎♥︎♥︎

You were walking home from college. Your original plan? Go to the store, buy some food for tonight. Then head back to the sorority. Simple take to end the afternoon? Yeah, you thought so.

Walking in the sun, headphones around your neck. You walked down the street, after going to the store you held your grocery bag. Your school bag perched on your one shoulder, as you walked.

You could hear someone walking behind you for the past ten minutes. Since the grocery store. You just thought it was another student, usually it was. You glanced over your shoulder. A normal thing you’d do, to see if you knew them. Usually if you knew them, you’d walk along side them.

But this guy… he was off… wearing a hoodie in the middle of may. The sun beaming, yet his hood remained over his head. He walked almost as if he was hiding. But every so often he’d glance up to you.

You took another corner, going the slightly longer way to the sorority. You and the girls did this to see if someone was following you. Because the route you’re currently on to the sorority. Wasn’t a way many students would take to get back to their places.

The guy was following you, oh shit…

You didn’t wanna make a big fuss, knowing if you ran. He’d run. If you speed walked, he would. So you stayed as casual as possible.

You texted Rafe.

Y/n: hey Rafey! U home rn??

Rafe: ye I’m at the frat rn u comin over later?? Wanna see ur pretty face :)

Y/n: ye im coming over! Love u, see u later!

Rafe: love u too sweet girl see u later ;)

You knew one of Rafe’s rules you both made. Feel unsafe? Go. To. The. Frat. House.

He made sure you knew that rule. Even if he wasn’t at the frat when or if you felt unsafe. He knew the guys would look after you till he’d get back. The guys were like brothers to you.

So when you heard the guys steps quicken, you knew you had to get to the frat.

Once you arrived, you walked up to the porch. Knocking a little too franticly. Rafe opened the door. Just in his basketball shorts and socks. You smiled a little nervously “heyyy Rafe…” Rafe noticed it. He knew you all too well for him to not see through your nerves. He asked “what’s wrong, baby?” You subtly pointed to behind you. You whispered “is he still there?”

He? Who is he? What the fuck did she mean by he? Rafe’s protective mode was in play.

He placed a hand on your hip, “who?” He looked over the top of your head. The height difference coming into play. He saw the guy. Smugly leaning against a street light. Hands in his pockets, despite it being the beginning of summer.

Rafe’s jaw tensed, he looked down to you “he followin’ you or somethin’, sweetheart?” You nodded “couldn’t shake him… it’s making me panic…I think it’s my shorts? You think that’s the re-” Rafe’s rage started to creep in. He cut you off “baby, don’t overthink it, he’s a creep… your outfit shouldn’t make him follow you, okay?” He kisses your forehead. “Just let me deal with it, ok?”

Rafe tilted back a little, tilting his head, turning it to the side. He called out “hey guys?!”

Topper jogged down the stairs. He was originally going to grab a snack. But walked over when he heard Rafe. “What’s up?” Topper asked.

Rafe replied “take Y/n inside, gotta deal with a asshole…”

Topper nodded, he opened his arm out to you. Rafe gently pushed you inside, letting you be tucked under Topper’s arm. Topper guided you into the kitchen. He helped you put your food away. Both of you knowing Rafe won’t let you out of his sight for the rest of the day and the next.

As you went inside, Rafe walked over to the guy. He called out “hey! What’s your problem, man?” The guy replied “what problem?” Rafe scoffed “uhh how about the following my girl problem??” The guy smugly replied “I don’t see no problem.”

Rafe laughed coldly “oh yeah? You think in your creep of a mind, that it’s okay to follow girls around, huh? What sick fuck are you, hm?” The guy scoffed “I ain’t no sick fuck, not my problem she wore that, she had it coming for her… she begged to be followed.” That was the last straw for Rafe. How the fuck says that?? Did the guy have a death wish?? That was all it took for Rafe to swing his first. And definitely not last punch.

You went over to the couch, grabbing your book from your tote bag. You laid on your stomach, on the couch. Opening your book, continuing where you left off last time.

Soon enough, the front door opened. Rafe waltz into the living room. His stern and angered expression softens at the sight. You, in his place (technically his). Lying on the couch, reading your book.

He walked over, climbing on top. His chest to your back. Rafe rested his head next to yours. Your temples squished together. Rafe’s hand comes to play with a few strands of your hair from the front. He whispered “you know, I hate reading…” you interrupted unintentionally “yes I know that…” he chuckled “yeah… what I was saying… I hate reading, but when I watch you? It makes me feel at home, ya know? Just like when we were kids…” you chuckles softly. “You enjoyed when I read it to you, didn’t you?” He nodded. “I did… still do… but don’t tell anyone..” you smiled “pinky swear, I won’t…”

After some time, you had fell asleep. Your forehead in the book, keeping it open. Rafe had returned from his room, after having a zoom meeting with the football team.

He smiled, he walked over. Grabbing the bookmark from the arm of the couch. He gently slipped the book from under your head. Putting the bookmark in, then putting the book into your bag again.

He gently picked you up, with ease. Your head turning into the crook of his neck. He whispered “ssshh… just gonna take you to bed, m’kay?” You subconsciously nodded.

He took you upstairs and down the hallway, to his room. He gently placed you on his bed. Then closing the door, he gently took your shoes and socks off. Along with your cycling shorts, knowing you’d complain about how you don’t wear ‘gym’ clothes to bed. Knowing how cotton sticks to nylon. The then pulled your tshirt off. He went to his closet and grabbed one of his T-shirts.

Heading back into the room and back over to you. He gently and carefully put his tshirt on you. Then he climbed in next to you. Holding you closely, protecting you from the world. He loved you, tried to protect you, always. Lying here not just comforted your sleeping self. But comforted him, knowing you were there… in his arms.

He kissed your temple softly, keeping his lips there as he mumbles “I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe, sweet girl… always.”

♥︎♥︎♥︎

[yourlocalstranger123]

||Mermaid Miguel||

Artist: NikSaf (or NikSaf_art) app: Twitter

Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]

When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]

Part 2 —

Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?

You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)

You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)

You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.

When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)

You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.

You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...

Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)

He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.

But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.

He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.

Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.

The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.

You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.

You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.

"You....want me to eat this?"

He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-

You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."

He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.

He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"

"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."

You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.

"no me dejes solo...por favor?"

You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."

He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.

After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.

[moeyynorris]

Streaming and Daydreaming

Lando Norris x F!Streamer!Reader

Warnings: Just super cute fluff, some fans teasing the two of you, maybe a hint of angst, and mention of being shot at in a video game.

A/N: I’m flirting with the idea of a part 2. Let me know what you think!

Moeyy’s Master List

“Hello everyone, and thank you for joining the stream. Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve been on, but my day job has been a bit busy lately.” Lando winked at the camera as he addressed his fans. “But, I do have a treat for you lot. One of my dear friends, the ever so beautiful Y/N, will be joining us. You can follow her stream at @ynusername and you will be able to hear her and see her camera on my own.” He grinned, waiting for you to chime in.

“Hello everyone,” you greeted, the smile obvious in your voice. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you stared at Lando through your second screen. You knew you didn’t have stage-fright, so you were hoping the fans tuning in wouldn’t notice.

“Ready to get your ass handed to you at some Fortnite, girlie?” Lando chuckled as he teased you. You sucked in a breath at his smile.

“Excuse me, Norris, but I’ve been playing this game for almost two years longer than you have!” You giggled, then stuck out your tongue at the camera. “You started, what, three weeks ago? Let’s see who has their ass handed to them.”

Lando shook his head, laughing as the chat on his stream went wild. You could see multiple people typing “Lando ❤️😍🥰” and “That smile 😍😍😍”, and all you could do was laugh.

Same, fans. Same.

“Ok, Y/N, get ready and let’s go!”

As the two of you waiting for your game lobby to fill, you greeted some of the fans in the chat. Lando did the same, the two of you taking turns.

“@papayaprincezz1 asks, ‘It’s been all smiles since the two of you signed on. Is there anything going on between the two of you?” Lando froze after he read the last word aloud. He stared directly at the camera for a moment, then huffed a nervous laugh. “Y/N and I have been friends for a while, but there is nothing more between us right now.”

You he glanced to his left, at his second monitor, where he was streaming your stream. You stared up at the camera, offering a smile. The chat started filling up with “right now?” and “what does he mean by that?”

Before you would say anything, your screen flashed to your character preparing to drop into the map.

“Where we droppin’ Lando?” You asking, scanning the map.

“Uhh, let’s do the Peninsula thing next to that castle thing.”

You laughed. “You mean near the Citadel?”

Lando scrunched his nose. “Yeah, that thing.”

“You sure you don’t want to do Slappy Shores?” You offered, preparing to leave the Battle Bus.

“Nah, babe, that place is too hard. People are gnarly there!” Lando followed your lead as he left the Battle Bus.

You blushed at his use of that word, and the chat definitely heard it too. There was another instant barrage of comments about Lando’s choice of nickname, but you tried to ignore it.

mclarengirl04: they would be so cute together! 😍

f1gamergirl0416: he called her babe. There’s gotta be something there between them!

drsdiana55: Lando + Y/N = shipped. 🥰

You glanced away from the chat the moment you heard something whizz by your head. Someone was hiding and sniping at you. You spun your character around, trying to find who was shooting at you.

“Lando, I’ve got a sniper,” you announced as you scanned the land around you. You saw something move in a tree, so you took a shot, and numbers popped up instantly. “I shot him,” you muttered, continuing to aim.

You kept shooting, hitting the player just about every other shot.

“Knocked him.” You furrowed your brow as someone from behind you started shooting at you. “Lando, where the hell are you?”

You glanced up at Lando’s stream and froze. He was just sitting there, staring to his left, at your stream. His eyes appeared to be almost glazed over, like he was daydreaming.

“Earth to Lando Norris!” Your voiced raised a bit, snapping him out of his haze.

“Sorry, I, uh, where are you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Where I’ve been the last four minutes, love.” Your cheeks flushed as the word left your lips, but you shoved your feelings down and focused on the game.

“Right,” Lando muttered, his cheeks redder than you had ever seen them. He nibbled his lower lip as he focused on the screen in front of him.

You sighed in relief when Lando finally came to your aid. You both fought in silence for a few minutes. Then, your stomach flipped as you noticed the chat blowing up again.

formula1fangirl98: I want a man who looks at me the way Lando looks at Y/N.

battlebusdriver249: He’s in love for sure. Ain’t no one look at someone like that unless they in love.

myra_norris: Lando just daydreaming about his dream girl.

Your eyes widened and your stomach tensed as you read the hundreds of comments about you and Lando. There was no way he was staring at you, not consciously. He was probably just daydreaming about something else and happened to be looking at your stream when he zoned out… Right?

One last shot, and you were taken out. You sighed, relaxing your shoulders. Lando leaned back in his chair, his hands cradling the back of his head.

“Well, that was interesting.” Lando yawned, then smiled. “I guess 4th isn’t too shabby.” He peered down at his screen. “Is everyone in the chat still awake? Maybe I should read a couple of these—“

Lando’s eyes widened as he glanced down at the chat, his eyes scrolling over the various messages.

“Oh,” he gasped, glancing back up at the camera. “Uh, I don’t—uh.”

“Are you okay? Did your brain break?” You chuckled. You tried to maintain your cool while watching Lando stumble.

“Well, I think the chat is trying to call me out.” Lando’s cheeks flushed.

“Oh what?” You tried to play naïve, but you knew what they were saying. You weren’t blind.

“Well, let’s see. ‘Lando got those heart eyes’. Oh, and there’s ’His heart exploded and short-circuited his brain’.” He kept reading different comments in the chat, all of them hinting at one thing:

He was too busy staring at you to pay attention to the game.

“Oh,” was all you could muster up. You both stared at each other through the camera, both unable to say what you both knew needed to come next.

You sighed. “Well, are they right?” You winced as the words left your lips. This was not how you thought the day, or stream, was going to go.

“Haha, uh.” He sucked in a breath, then chuckled again. “Well, fans and friends, thank you for joining us today. I hope to be in here soon, and hopefully this lovely lady here will join me too.” He waved to the camera. “Goodnight, or day, everyone. Cheers.”

And with that, his screen went away, leaving just you and your stream. With a reluctant sigh, you said your farewells to your fans, and signed off too.

He just signed off like that? Not wanting to talk? Why would he read those comments off his chat if he wasn’t going to get to the point?

You leaned back in your chair just as your phone vibrated on your desk.

Text Message

Lando 😎🏎️🧡

Can you hop on Skype? I think we have a convo to finish.

You sent him a quick thumbs up emoji and pulled up Skype on your computer.

Within 30 seconds, you were getting a call from Lando, which you quickly accepted. His face popped into view, without his usual grin.

“Hey,” he muttered before letting out a sigh.

“Hey back.” You licked your lips nervously as you waited for his next words.

“Uh, so, sorry for earlier. I got a bit distracted.” Lando fiddled with his fingers.

“Yeah, I noticed. But what was so distracting?” His eyes shut for a moment at your words, then opened again. His gaze locked on the camera.

“You, obviously. As the chat said, I was mesmerized, transfixed,” he admitted. “I was distracted by watching you.”

You huffed a laugh. “By me playing a video game?”

He nodded. “Playing a video game, concentrating, analyzing, smiling, just being you.” Lando ran his hands over his hair. “Y/N, I was admiring how stunning you are. You’ve known me for what, a year now? And every single stream you’re on, I’m there right? Sure, you’re a pretty decent player, but I’m also there because watching you smile and laugh makes my stomach flutter like some stupid fucking romance movie. And for the races you’ve been at, I pushed harder than I thought I could because I wanted to make you proud. Not the team, not Zak, you.”

The only response you could give was a smile. A wide, gleeful grin as you listened to goofy, wacky Lando Norris spill his heart out to you.

“So, you’re saying—“

“I love you, Y/N. I have fallen head over fucking heels for a beautiful, funny, smart, quirky gamer girl named Y/N Y/L/N. And there’s no turning back now.” Lando’s lips finally curled. “And I hope—“

“I love you too, Lando. I knew you meant something special to me shortly after we met. I never thought a Formula 1 driver would have followed my gaming Twitch account, let alone become my friend.” Your cheeks heated while tears welled in your eyes. The man really meant a lot to you, and the fact that he felt the same way was magical.

“And maybe, uh, maybe more than a friend?”

You blinked the tears from your eyes and you chuckled. “What exactly are you asking, Mr. Lando Norris?” He cleared his throat then giggled, flashing that award winning smile.

“Y/N, will you, uh, would you like to be my girlfriend?” You both laughed.

“I would love to, Lando.” You both chuckled again. “And very smooth delivery,” you teased, but offering a wink.

“Ha, thanks. It did the job, didn’t it?” It sure did. You couldn’t argue with that.

When the giggles stopped, you both sat there, not sure what to do next. But, it didn’t matter. You were still swimming in the high of what just happened, that Lando Norris confessed to being in love with you.

Lando sat up a little, a grin across his lips. “Hey, I can ask for an all access pass to next weekend’s Grand Prix. If you would like to come and see it, that is.” That million dollar smile struck your heart as you considered his words.

“An all access pass to the Monaco Grand Prix? I could never say no to that.” You winked. “I heard there’s a really cute guy racing for McLaren.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll have to keep my eye out for him.” Lando smirked as you rolled your eyes.

The two of you continued to plan for the Grand Prix, like when you would leave and where you would stay. Lando beamed as he talked about this race, and you knew it was a special race for all of them. And sure, you had seen him race at Silverstone, Barcelona, and in Miami, but this one was going to be special.

“Hey Lando?” you asked as a random thought crossed your mind.

“Yeah, love?”

You let out a breath, then smiled. “When were you going to say something? You know, if thousands of people hadn’t called you out on it?”

Lando pursed his lips. “Well, I was planning on inviting you to the Grand Prix at the end of the stream. I was hoping to talk to you then. Maybe.” He nodded as he spoke.

You peered down randomly at your phone and gasped at the amount of notifications on the Lock Screen. X, Facebook, Instagram.

“Oh boy, we’re viral,” you muttered as you opened each notification. Most of them were just photos of Lando’s stream, his staring at your stream or blushing on camera. Fans had multiple hashtags, like #landoy/n forever and #flirtingonstream.

You rolled your eyes while Lando laughed hysterically at some of the posts.

“I guess the secret is out now the press are going to have a field day with us at the race.” You shrugged, realizing it may not be a calm little visit like before.

Lando chuckled and smirked. “Well, then let’s give them something to write about.” He winked, which made your stomach swirl.

This was going to be an interesting weekend.

[diy-dynamite]

Television Relations

》 2nd part of Television Influence

He sees a familiar face. || Mr. Crawling x GN!Reader

Warnings: spoilers for one of the endings, the reader is an assassin, some mentions of murder

Took inspiration from the members of Homicipher Unofficial (which u should definitely join, btw) (idk if they're ok with shoutouts so I'll just edit it later if they are)

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SINCE the first day you introduced him to television, you left it on for him every day. It wouldn't do him any harm since he didn't seem to have any eyes, but he could still see bullshit from a mile away.

On one of the days, you checked on him while you tied down your target before he woke up to extract the information your client needed, and all of a sudden, Mr. Crawling blurted out a loud "No!"

You raised your brows in confusion, only to see him smack his hand on the screen lightly. You squinted your eyes, taking a closer look at the screen, and barked out a laugh when you realised he was watching the scene in Titanic where Rose was on a piece of debris salvaged from the ship, while Jack was in the water.

You figured he shouted in frustration. Your laugh awoke your target, though, so you quickly hit him with the blunt of your crowbar on a special part of the head to make him fall asleep again.

That was a normal Sunday for you.

You went back home with another successful mission, jingling your keys and coming home to an expectant Mr. Crawling, happily greeting you once again.

What you didn't expect, however, was that he led you to the living room instead of the kitchen. Normally, he'd take you there to give you a washed, uncut fruit like an apple or grapes, peeking over the table with a smile to see if you liked it. That was his way of trying to feed you since you fed him.

No, that didn't happen. Instead, he took you to the TV and sat you down there.

"Look, look," he pointed at the TV, the language rolling off his ink black tongue. "Friend."

You glanced to the TV and flinched—why the hell were they showing Sadako? That rom-com show was supposed to be on at this time.

"Er, did you switch channels, Mr. Crawling?" You muttered. He didn't respond as you tried to switch off the TV, but it wouldn't work.

"What is?" He pointed at your remote. You pressed at the off button again, but it didn't work. "Uhh, controls thing," you said, pointing at the TV.

"Why?"

"I kill," you heard her say, and you flinched, looking up at the screen, its static getting worse by the second. I never knew they spoke the same language.

Wait.

She's leaving the screen.

You grabbed your crowbar, ready to swing, but Mr. Crawling grabbed your weapon. You yanked it away, the adrenaline causing your hesitance to go away, but you paused once Mr. Crawling leapt to stand���sit—between you and Sadako.

"Friend! Friend!" he chirped, his voice clearly expressing frantic wobbles.

You lowered your weapon.

"Friend," he said again. He turned around and placed his hands on Sadako's head, then shoved her back in.

"No kill," he said. "Me love they."

"You love they?"

"Love they many."

"They love you?"

.

.

.

"Understand. Farewell."

The static behind the TV disappeared, and Sadako only sat in what looked like an empty room or hallway.

You were about to turn off the TV until you saw a tall, white silhouette walk past the screen.

The humanoid man bent down, and your heart nearly exploded at the sight of your old acquaintance, Mr. Silvair.

"Hello!" You exclaimed. The white-haired man smiled. "Hello," he said. "See you again."

He turned his head to Mr. Crawling and waved. "See you again."

Mr. Crawling only stared with his non-existant eyes.

"I bring this one," he pointed at Sadako and pulled her away from the screen.

The TV went black.

"...you're... friends with Sadako."

Mr. Crawling turned around to look at you with a line on his face—the line being his mouth.

You titled your head. "Why upset?"

"They ask. You love me?" He gestured between you and him. He lowered his head, glancing to the side. "You don't say."

You paused before replying, "But I love you. Many."

"But you say to other," he pointed at the black screen. "'Hello'! Fast."

What?

Your confusion was probably obvious since Mr. Crawling continued to explain.

"You don't say when friend ask you love me." His voice only got whinier, and his lips curled downward as he spoke. "You say fast when other came."

"I say hello to friend—" Oh.

He's saying you didn't say anything when Sadako asked if you loved him, and he's also comparing your response with how you spoke to Mr. Silvair.

You paused, and although a knowing smile crept onto your lips, Mr. Crawling's only began to tremble.

That was what made you stop from teasing.

"No, no," you waved your hands at him, dropping the crowbar to kneel in front of him. You took his head in your hands and messed around with his hair, rubbing back and forth. "I love you many! Love you many!"

He perked up, his adorable grin slowly coming back on his face. "Many?"

You nodded. "Many!"

"Kiss," he said.

He even leaned forward, closer to your face.

"Many kiss," he said.

You sighed.

Maybe introducing him to the TV was a bad idea.

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HOPE U LIKED THIS :3 kinda rushed bc I'm about to sleep again LMAO so mistakes MIGHT be spotted

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[blubushie]

Be me out working on my truck shirtless when some little girl walks up to me from the footpath and asks me if she can ask me a question. Her dad is close on her heels trying to call her back like I'm a rabid dog, but he's also apologising profusely.

I look at her, put down my battery cables, and tell her she just asked me a question, but to hit me with another.

She finds this funny and then she asks what my top surgery scars are from. She seems a bit embarassed by it and like she obviously doesn't want to offend me.

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I look at her. Look at dad. Look at her. Look at dad. Look at her. Uhh. Dad. Her. Uhhhh. Dad. Uhhhh. Her.

"Well, I've got a bad heart, so the doctors took my heart out and turn it backwards, and now it works right. But they had to go through my chest obviously, so that's how they did it."

Her eyes go big the moment I start talking. I think the accent surprised her. But instead of commenting on that she let me finish and then went, "THEY TOOK YOUR HEART OUT?!"

"They took my heart out! And now it ticks funny, but at least it ticks, ay."

She looks back over her shoulder. "DAD THEY TOOK HIS HEART OUT."

And dad goes "Wow that's crazy I am so sorry about her ok let's go home-"

But little girl goes "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Referring to me and my battery cables.

And I go "Well, see, cars get old, and batteries get old, so you get alkaline on the batteries. That's all this white stuff."

"Oh I've seen that on batteries before!"

"Yeah, so, the way to get that stuff off is to get some baking soda and some water, and it just eats away at it, like—well, you wanna try? Can she try, dad?"

"I WANNA TRY"

So dad gives her the ok and I tell her to put her foot up on the bumper cuz it's a bit high for her yet, and she climbs on up. And I give her the box of baking soda and go "Just sprinkle some on" and yeah she put on a bit too much but who cares. Then I give her the water bottle "Just spray it" and she gives it a spritz and FWOOSH the baking soda starts eating the alkaline right off the battery.

So I give her my toothbrush and tell her that now she's gotta scrub it, but she's gotta scrub slow cuz if she's too fast she'll flick alkaline everywhere and it's gonna eat through her shirt and burn her. So she's careful with her brushing. And then we washed off the cable and set it back in place and then she thanked me for letting her help and off they went back home and I heard her asking her dad what alkaline even IS on the way back, and why it's in batteries.

So, y'know. Sorry dad for the slew of questions you're gonna hafta answer on the way home. But you're welcome, little girl, for giving you something to bug your dad about.

And thanks for the clean cable.

I AM INTERSEX. Please do not tag with #trans. I love you my trans siblings but I'm tired of my intersex voice being erased for you to speak over me or claim my experiences as your own.

[penny-anna]

Goood morning back w more of this nonsense!!

this fucks actually. like genuinely this kitchen slaps.

CINEMA ROOM??

well damn ok!!

omg i found the murphy bed again!!

either there's 2 of these or im misrembering how cramped it was bcos you could absolutely just have a regular bed in there.

this is. some kind of bunkbed situation??

ok that's 2 for 2 on cinema rooms are they popular rn

this place also has uhh antlers

i was staring at this pic trying to figure out if that wall at the back is real or if it's some kind of printed wallpaper situation & eventually went into the 360 video and its uhh fully real it's just bottles and bottles of gin jesus christ

this is a £1 million flat. dining hall??

well yeah that sure is a dining hall

also feat this pink thing

from another £1mil place: legit fuckin wine cellar

i mean fuck if ur gonna live in a £1mil place i think you're obliged to have four poster beds actually

finally some further highly Shaped places

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Ok, this is the last preview I'm giving y'all for this story! I know this one has taken a while but I very much appreciate your patience! I'm hoping to post the full thing either tomorrow or Saturday! Hope you like it!

Mild warning for ~grinding~

Special thanks to @luc1fersducky @animationmovieshipps @bat-boness and @misfitgirlwrites for letting me send you my process, you guys are amazing <3

"And where do you think you're going?," you asked coyly, stopping him in his tracks entirely.

“I umm, just uhh…giving you privacy?” He tentatively went for the handle again, but your arm shot out, keeping the door in its locked state.

“Oh, we’re way past decency here, Lucifer.” You maneuvered him away from the door and sat him down on the large white bench that was affixed to the wall. You leveraged your foot against the area just below his hip and rested one hand on the top of your thigh, the other on your hip. “Besides, you’re not really in any condition to be in the public view” leaning forward and shooting a quick glance down at his crotch, “now are you?”

Lucifer could only shake his head.

"Glad you agree," you smiled and pecked his lips, an almost inaudible whine leaving Lucifer's throat. "I have some more dresses to try on. You can look, but you cannot touch unless I say, alright?"

"Yes, love," he murmured obediently. You smiled and turned around to pick up the black dress you had let fall to the floor. You bent over slowly to pick it up, giving Lucifer a lovely view of your barely covered ass. You heard a deep inhale behind you followed by a shaky exhale.

You hung up the black dress and moved onto the next dress, a beautiful lavender colored Bardot dress with sleeves that hung off your shoulders. Luckily this one didn't have a zipper, you only needed to step in and shimmy it up your body. You liked this one more than the last, you did as few twirls in front of the mirror checking every single angle.

"What do you think of this one, hon?," you asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed as though he was gripping that bench with just a little too much force.

"Ravishing," Lucifer breathed. You had given him permission to look, and he was taking fully advantage of your generosity. He was chopping at the bit, fighting every urge to pounce right then and there. Lucifer's eyes were hungry, his lips curled into a smile to try and hide how badly he needed you at this moment. You admired his will power...but how strong was it truly? You made your way back towards him, chuckling playfully. Without warning, your knees found their way onto the bench, now fully straddling the mess of a man beneath you.

"W-what are you-mmph!" Lucifer tried to ask you but was cut short by your lips suddenly on his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a small peck to his forehead.

"You always say just the right things, Luci," you cooed as you began to shift your hips against him. Hearing the mangled moans coming from Lucifer was nothing short of euphoric. You noticed he had released his grasp on the bench and began to move towards your hips. You gripped the back of his head, his hair firmly between your fingers, and tilted his head back gently. Lucifer grunted softly as you brought your lips to his neck. "Ah, ah, ah, what did I say, love? No touching," you scolded, now sucking and nibbling at his tender skin, desperately needing to mark him.

Lucifer whined and reluctantly brought his hands back to their original position on the frigid bench that paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm body that was pressed against him. "I-I can't do this f-for much longer, darling," he whimpered, "I can only h-handle- hnng, so much, I...ssshhhhhhiiittt-" Lucifer's hot breath became increasingly labored as you continued to rock your hips against his painfully growing bulge.

Just then, you heard the sound of a door closing. Someone had just entered the room next to you. With the threat of being heard now looming, you lifted yourself from his neck to see that Lucifer's eyes had turned an ominous red. It felt as if his slit black irises were staring straight into your soul, attempting to burn you from within. He was losing control fast. But you weren't done with him just yet. With a smirk, you placed a finger over his soft lips. "Shhh," you whispered almost inaudibly, "you may want to keep your voice down from now on."

[mezzy-1]

Gekko's Board (Gekko X Reader)

Gekko being able to skateboard is never really brought up anymore despite it being present in the trailer. Thought I'd use that and write some more 'x reader' because people seem to like them. Please like and follow for more posts!

Most days off in the HQ were a bit boring, but luckily you and Matteo had plenty of ways to spend the time

You found him outside of the base, drinking a Jarrito and sprawled in a chair with Wingman.  Under his seat was an open cooler and his board

As you sat next to him, he opened another bottle and passed it to you.  You both sipped your drinks and took in the seaside

“Does this remind you a bit of home?” you asked.  Gekko looked over and smiled a bit

“Sort of.  It’s not the same though, no real history with it yet.  Me comprendes?”

Wingman hopped down and began rifling among Gekko’s gear.  The skateboard rolled out underneath

“Hey, when did you learn to ride that?” you pointed at the board before Gekko grabbed it and rested it under his arm

“Uhh, since ever I guess.  I learned really young and used it for everything.  This isn’t even my first board.” he set it down and lept onto it

Riding calmly, he glided forwards and jumped the board upwards.  He landed the kickflip gracefully and continued towards you

“Could you teach me then?” you asked innocently

Gekko braked, then looked over to you with his shock in eyes that morphed into excitement

“Here, step on.” he rolled the board over to you.  You raised a foot and stepped forward 

Your foot landed on the board keeping it in place.  As you lifted your second foot, the board began to rock and you lost balance

Trying over, you attempted to get back on but the board slipped from underneath.  You were instantly in free fall

Gekko caught you in his arms, and lifted you up

“Y/N, you good?” 

You were still stunned at how quickly he had you in his arms.  You hadn’t noticed before, but he was quite strong

There was something comforting about being held by him.  Once you were looking up, you realized you had been lost in thought

“Fine.  But this is a lot harder than it looks, how do you get onto it?”

“I’ll help lead, Y/N.”  

Gekko grabbed your hand gently and began to walk with you towards the board.  You planted your foot onto the board and slowly raised your back leg

Gekko’s arm tensed and pulled you forward.  Suddenly you were on the board, and he was holding your waist too

“Ay buena Y/N!  Ok, now try and push with your back leg!” Gekko’s smile caused you to blush slightly

He held your hand and kept his other close to your waist while you practiced moving slowly

“That’s it Y/N, just relax.  I’m right here.”

Remembering how Gekko would skate, you pushed with your back leg and let the board carry you

Gekko’s hands guided you carefully, not letting go until the last moment.  You had found your balance 

“Yes!  You got it Y/N!” Gekko cheered

Soon you mastered the basics, albeit not as smoothly as Gekko.  You maneuvered around the base and felt the wind go by as you rode

You came to a stop in front of Gekko and were reminded that you still were a beginner when you tumbled off the board

Gekko was there for you though, and managed to catch you before you hit the ground.  The board raced itself off the concrete and onto the beach

“You know, you did a really good job for your first time Y/N.  We should totally get you your own board!”

“You think I’ve had enough practice then?”

“Well, probably not, but it’ll make it easier to ride together.  I’d love to keep skating with you, amor.”

Recalling the few pieces of Spanish you knew, you sputtered out one phrase

“Besame.”

Gekko pulled you in for a kiss, and you both took in the moment

You eventually had a board of your own, signed with Gekko’s initials 

You tagged his board in your favorite color

The two of you routinely went on rides around the cities of the world, exploring them together

[self-indulgent-writer]

Jenna Ortega x waiter!reader

You sighed as you wrote down the order of another rude customer down in your notepad.

You internally rolled your eyes as they babbled on.

“And make sure that you don’t forget the ice in my drink this time” the customer said in their annoying high pitched voice.

‘And make sure that you don’t forget the duh duh duh’ you mocked her in your head. Thank god your shift is over in 30 minutes.

You hated working at Olive Garden, but you had bills and this was the highest paying job at the moment.

You were in college and you just couldn’t wait until you were done with it.

You tugged at your too tight shirt for what felt like the umpteenth time and gave the order to the grumbling, overworked cook.

You heard the door to the restaurant open again and turned in annoyance to judge the customer.

In walked in two girls, one a brunette, the other a black haired girl. The brunette was short, and pretty. The black haired girl was tall and pretty too, but insignificant when compared to the shorter girl.

Oh wait! I know these two! Jenna Ortega and Melissa Barrera. I just hope they aren’t too rude. You thought. This was a hotspot for rude celebrities, hence why you are hoping they aren’t too bad.

You went over to take their order, notepad and pen in tow. You tugged on your shirt once more before stopping at their table.

“Hello, my name is y/n and I am your server for the night,” you pointed to your name tag “would you two like anything to drink?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“I would like some water” Jenna answered shyly.

“Can I have a soft drink? Doesn’t matter which…” Melissa replied while looking at the menu.

“And…got it! I’ll be back with your drinks” you walked away.

Melissa looked up at Jenna and smirked. She got up from her hunched over posture and laid her back on the booth she was sitting in and crossed her arms. Melissa cleared her throat to get get Jenna’s attention.

“You’re usually more outgoing when you speak,” she told Jenna who now had a tint of pink spreading on her cheeks.

“What do you want me to say? My whole backstory or something? She asked what I would like to drink…I don’t know how that would turn into a conversation about something more. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to figure out what I’ll order.” Jenna put emphasis on the word excuse and tried to hide her burning face.

Melissa leaned in to Jenna and put her arms on the table in front of her.

“You’re face says otherwis-“ Melissa got interrupted by a glass of water and a glass of Coke being gently placed on the table.

“If you guys are ready to order, I can take it.” You started writing their table number on the paper as they both looked up at you.

They both gave you your orders and went off to give it to the cook. Melissa turned her head to Jenna who was hiding her face in the order booklet. Melissa slightly tilted the booklet towards herself.

“Luckily for you, I am an amazing wing-woman. So we’re about to get you a number tonight.” Melissa said smiling while Jenna sighed.

“Ok, fine. Just please don’t embarrass me.” Jenna begged.

Timeskip^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You came back over with their food in you hands and placed them on the table. Jenna didn’t look up but Melissa did.

“Here you go, I’ll be back to refill your glasses” you told them. Just as you were about to walk away, Melissa grabbed your arm.

“Hey, y/n, my friend over here wants to know if there is any chance she could have your number.” she said while Jenna was silently begging her not to.

You turned to Jenna and she turned to you. You two were strong at each other for a bit before Melissa cleared her throat.

“Uhh, yeah! I’ll see what I can do” you nodded your head. You walked away to get the pitchers full of water and Coke.

“You’re welcome,” Melissa said contently as she began to eat her food. Jenna muttered back a thank you.

You came back and filled their pitcher. And glanced at Jenna. She was already looking your way. You threw her a tiny smile and walked away.

They called for a check about after ten more minutes. You came by and gave them the checkbook. You slid a folded piece of paper to Jenna and made a phone out of your hands and shook it while mouthing the words ‘call me’.

Jenna smiled and nodded her head while Melissa smirked. Another wing-women job done.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Christmas Cookies » Tommy Lee

December 8th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Tommy Lee x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Violet

Summary: Tommy comes home to his wife and 5 year old daughter making Christmas cookies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, making out (18+), mentions of sex (18+), hugs and kisses, nicknames for daughter (princess, little rockstar), pet names (babe)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Can I use chocolate chips for the eyes and buttons?” Violet asks you.

“Of course you can, princess.” You handed her a bag of chocolate chips. “Try not to make a mess.” You tell her.

You set her up at the table with some cookies and the supplies she needed to decorate them. You went back to the kitchen to pick up where you left off.

“I’m home!” Tommy’s voice echoed through the house.

Tommy frowned when he didn’t see you and Violet greet him at the door like you two normally do. He walked to the dining room to see Violet sitting at the table and decorating cookies. He sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the side of her head.

“What are you doing, little rockstar?” Tommy asked her.

“Decorating Christmas cookies.” Violet says, concentrating on the cookies she’s working on.

“What’s with the chocolate chips?” He asks, eating a couple of chocolate chips.

“I’m using them for eyes and buttons and creativity.” She tells him.

“Ok. I’ll leave you to it. Where’s mommy?” He asks.

“Kitchen.” She pointed towards the kitchen.

Tommy got up and went to the kitchen to see you making more Christmas cookies. He wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Hey, babe. Miss me?” Tommy says, kissing your neck

You turned around and kissed his lips.

“Of course I did.” You say against his lips.

Luckily you had a timer on for the cookies and you had a few minutes to yourself before putting the next batch of cookies in. Tommy’s hands found their place on your hips and pinned you against the kitchen counter. Your hands gripped his shirt to steady yourself. He moved his lips down to your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your skin causing you to gasp.

“Tommy.” You breathed. “Our daughter is in the dining room.” You remind him, tilting your head to the side to give him more access to your neck.

“Then I guess we have to be quiet.” He says.

His breath against your skin sent goosebumps through your body. He placed his lips back on yours and picked you up, placing you on the clear space on the counter. You wrapped your legs around his way and pulled him closer to you. You two didn’t even hear the little footsteps of your daughter enter the kitchen.

“Am I getting a baby sister for Christmas?!” She asks loudly.

You and Tommy quickly pulled away from each other. Tommy helped you down from the counter.

“I uhh… not right now, princess. Do you need anything?” You asked.

“More cookies.” She says.

“Ok. I’ll bring them to you in a minute.” You tell her.

“Ok!” She says, going back to the dining room.

You looked at Tommy to see a smirk on his face.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked him.

“We could give her a baby sister or even a baby brother for Christmas.” Tommy says, kissing your neck again.

“Tommy, we— fuck. Not right now.” You sighed. “Cookies now. Sex later.” You say, lightly pushing him away.

“Where should be do it this time, babe? Balcony? Hot tub?” He asks, pulling you in for another kiss.

“You choose.” You say against his lips.

Tommy’s hands traveled down your body, stopping at your ass and giving it a squeeze causing you to gasp.

“Mhmm! We need to stop before she walks in again.” You pushed him away. “Give these to Violet.” You say, handing him a plate of cookies.

Tommy took the plate from your hand and smacked your ass before leaving the kitchen. You giggled and went back to making Christmas cookies.

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-Bucky Doll

[slayfics]

Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Mitsuri gives you some advice for becoming Muichiro’s Tsuguko.

Chapter 2

“Of course.” You responded surprised that Mitsuri came up to you at all.

“That was admirable of you, to be so dedicated to the Hashira you wish to train under.”

“Oh, thank you... You don’t think it was foolish to turn down Uzui?” You asked.

“Not at all, after all the heart wants what the heart wants.” She said, smiling sweetly. “I think turning down a Hashira like you did was so very brave that I want to tell you a secret ok?” Mitsuri moved closer whispering the next part to you. “Tokito has an awful memory. I’m sure he will forget about this in a few days’ time. You should try to write to him and apply to be his Tsuguko again.” She moved back speaking at a normal volume now. “Maybe you’ll catch him in a better mood, and he will say yes.”

“Oh... Do you think so? I will try. Thank you Miss Kanroji.” You said bowing your head.

“If he says no again you can let me know, there is always a spot for you as my Tsuguko!” She said as she turned to leave. “Bye, hope to see you again!”  

You followed Mitsuri’s advice and wrote a letter to Muichiro the following week applying to be his Tsuguko. The next few days dragged on as you eagerly waited for his response.

Finally, a crow with long eyelashes came and dropped a letter off to you. The crow let out a puff of air as it dropped the letter and turned its back to you with a sassy ruffle of its feathers and flew off. What is with that crow you thought, but quickly tore open the letter. The letter was short and simple.

“I believe we went over this at the recent Hashira meeting. My answer remains no.”

-Muichiro Tokito

You felt your eyes begin to swell with tears. To be turned down once is one thing, but twice!! The humiliation sunk in, and you weren’t sure how to handle it. Why had the master thought it was a good idea to ask Muichiro in front of everyone in the first place? Didn’t he know that you would be turned down? Why did you listen to Mitsuri and make an even deeper fool of yourself by asking again.

A few days passed and you encouraged yourself to keep training. While out training, trying your hardest to forget about how broken up you felt, you heard a yell.

“HEY!” You turned around to see Suma heading straight toward you.

“Aren’t you the swordsmen that turned down Lord Tengen!”

“Umm I uhh..” You stammered and Suma began to smack you on the top of the head.

“HOW DARE YOU INSULT HIM IN FRONT OF THE MASTER! YOU SHOULD FEEL SO LUCKY TO HAVE BEEN OFFERED TO TRAIN AS HIS TSUGUKO!” She yelled continuing to smack you. You felt tears begin to swell in your eyes again. Not only have you been rejected twice... You now made yourself three enemies out of Tengen's wives. Brilliant.

Should you beg for forgiveness now and write to Tengen apologizing and asking to be his Tsuguko? But the thought of that made your heart sink. You’ve envisioned for so long to train under Tokito. You couldn’t imagine turning to any other Hashira.  

“Hey cut it out! This swordsman is going to suffer enough not having a Hashira to train under now.” Makio said, pulling Suma off. Suma stuck her tongue out at you and began to walk away with Makio.

You let out a sigh and as you looked up you saw Muichiro passing by. 

Thank you all for the love you gave chapter one! It persuaded me to get this chapter out earlier than I anticipated! I’m going to attempt to get on a regular schedule for posting chapters once a week~

[hot-jujutsushi-in-your-area]

So uh. Choso x reader smut fic under the cut. I haven't written anything in a while and never anything in second person but i think it turned out kinda nice.

The reader character has a dick but is otherwise never gendered so do with that whatever you want ;)

This fic has uhh: top & dom (on the softer side) reader, bottom & sub Choso, edging, anal sex, praise & light degradation, spit, crying from overstimulation. Abt 2.1k words

No warnings that i could think of apply

Enjoy<3

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"How're you doing, baby, still ok?", you ask, brushing your lips against Choso's jaw as you slow your thrusts and then carefully pull out, edging your partner for the third time within the past hour and drawing a desperate whine from his pretty lips.

"Mmm yeah s'good so good", he manages to get out between heavy breaths. "Got so close again".

He's a gorgeous sight underneath you: His dark hair is fanned out on the pillow beneath him, a few strands sticking to his forehead. Face flushed red and lips parted as he takes in deep, shaky breaths, trying to deal with the tension and pleasure that had built up in him that he once again did not get to release yet.

His legs are still wrapped around your waist and his hands have moved from where they were clawing at your back to resting on your shoulders. Between you his hard cock is still leaking precum against his stomach. It was some sort of miracle he hadn't come yet, right now he looked like the smallest touch could send him over the edge.

You wait patiently until Choso's breathing slows a bit and his hands on your shoulders start drawing idle patterns on your skin. Leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, you move one of your hands to stroke over his broad chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat when you find one of his nipples and rub it carefully.

"You're being so good for me, Choso", you sigh into his mouth, making a quiet moan fall from his lips in response.

"What do you want to do next baby, tell me. Do you want me to edge you again?"

Choso shakes his head.

"Aww do you wanna cum, baby?", you smile and drop a kiss on his nose.

"Please", he rasps. "Please fuck me until i cum and then keep going. I want you to rail me, I want you to fuck my brains out".

Now it's your turn to let out a desperate little moan, his words making another wave of arousal wash over you.

"Fuck that's hot, Choso. Of course. Anything you want"

You lean in for a kiss again, open mouthed and rough this time, moaning shamelessly when Choso slides his tongue into your mouth. He's a good kisser, knowing exactly what to do to make you weak in the knees.

You reluctantly pull away after a little while, sitting up between Choso's legs and laying your hands on his thighs.

"Do you wanna keep this position or do you wanna switch it up?", you ask.

"Mm I wanna stay like this", Choso says. "I like that I can see your face"

"I like being able to see your face, too. Especially because I plan on making you come so hard you'll see stars", you grin and squeeze his thighs.

Choso groans at that, throwing his head back against the pillows.

"Well don't just sit there and talk then"

"Oh aren't we desperate", you tease, leaning over to grab the lube from the nightstand. You make a bit of a show out of spreading it over your length, stroking yourself slowly and making sure Choso gets a good view of it.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, baby, don't you worry"

You put your hands back on his thighs to spread his legs a bit further before taking your cock in hand and lining yourself up with his entrance.

Choso lets out a content sigh as you slowly push in, breath catching in his throat when you bottom out inside him and lean down again, holding yourself up on your forearms on either side of his face.

"One last thing, can you tell me the safewords one more time?", you ask, dropping a kiss on Choso's cheek.

"Mm stoplight system and if i can't talk i tap u on the back or shoulder twice if i want to stop, we went over this less than an hour ago", he chuckles at the last part.

"Good, good, just making sure", you nuzzle against his jaw, grinding your hips against his.

"More, please", Choso sighs in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your back.

You speed up your movements, pulling out further before thrusting back into him with more force. You know you found the perfect angle you had earlier again when Choso gasps out a string of curses and clenches around your dick.

"Mmm you feel so good around my cock", you moan into his ear. "Take it so well, baby".

You feel Choso's fingers dig into your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his moans.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Y-yeah, but please", he gasps against your chest. "Please go harder"

"Of course, baby", you move one hand to grab his hips, holding him in place as you snap your hips forward with forecful motions. Choso is trembling in your arms, holding on tightly and gasping your name as you fuck into him fast and rough, giving him exactly what he had asked you for.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your slick cock sliding in and out. You revel in the obscenity of it, bringing your hand up from Choso's hip to grip at his hair and yank his head back from where he is still trying to muffle his choked off moans against your shoulder.

"Don't be so shy, Choso", you coo. "Let me hear how much you love it"

A desperate, loud whine escapes Choso's lips as he dips his head back against the pillows, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. You lean forward to kiss them away.

"So good, baby, so good for me", you praise him. "Letting me tease and edge and use you and taking it all so perfectly. My gorgeous little slut."

A noticeable shiver runs over Choso's body at the new term and his hands grip tighter at your back.

"Mh did you like that, baby? Do you like it when i call you my slut?".

You momentarily slow down your thrusts a little to give him room to answer, grinning widely when he gives you an eager nod.

Sitting up you pick up the pace again, gripping his hips with both hands as you continue pounding into him. Choso's arms fall to the mattress at his sides, yanking at and punching into the sheets as pleasure coils in his stomach. His cock is still straining against his abdomen, flushed red and hard, leaking a steady trickle of precum.

You give his hips a squeeze before moving one hand up to splay it over his chest, then slowly, teasingly smoothing it down his torso to where he desperatly needs some attention.

Choso cranes his head down to watch, mouth hanging slack as he follows the movements of your hand as you pick up some precum with your fingers and bring them to your mouth to suck them between your lips, coating them generously in your spit and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue.

When you look back at Choso's face he seems to have managed to blush an even darker shade of red and you give him a wink before finally taking your slicked up fingers and rubbing them up and down the underside of his cock. He gasps at the contact, fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut to be able to keep watching.

You wrap your hand fully around his cock, stroking up in a twisting motion experimentally but still not quite happy with the lubrication.

"Choso, look at me", you command and his eyes snap up to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths.

You hold eye contact with him as you gather spit in your mouth, letting it dribble past your lips and onto your hand and the head of his cock. Choso sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you start moving your hand again, spreading your spit and his precum over his length.

"F-fuck", he whispers, hips twitching up into your touch.

You fall into a steady rythm, stroking his slick cock in sync with the thrusts of your hips, watching as the tension in Choso's body builds and builds, his hands twisting into the sheets and his head thrown back.

It doesn't take much longer until he's there, spilling white over your hand and his abdomen as he trembles and gasps while you continue to fuck him through the waves of his orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, love how you feel coming on my cock, you're doing so well baby", you moan, dizzy with how good it feels to have him clench down on your dick.

Choso's slowly coming down from his high, cock spent and softening, laying against his stomach in a puddle of his own cum.

You keep going, grinding your hips against Choso's ass, shoving yourself deep inside him. He had wanted you to fuck his brains out so that's what you were going to do. And if the desperate whimpers falling from his lips as you fucked him into overstimulation were any indication, you were on the right path for that.

"D-don't stop", Choso manages to gasp out.

You lean down for a brief kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away again.

"You really are a greedy little slut, huh", you tease him. "Already made you cum on my cock and you still need to be fucked more."

You time your words with a harsh snap of your hips, pleased with the loud moan it forces out of Choso's throat.

"But don't worry, baby", you continue, grazing your teeth against his neck. "I'm here to give you what you need. Just don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow"

With that you sit up again, coaxing Choso's legs away from where they're wrapped tightly around your waist to hoist them up and hook them over your shoulders instead. The new angle makes both of you shiver and you slow down your thrusts to savour the feeling of sliding in and out of that slick, tight heat, the way Choso tenses and squeezes around you when you grind the tip of your cock against his prostate. It feels so fucking good, kneeling there pressed deep inside him, holding his hips and thighs in place with an iron grip.

You chuckle when you feel Choso squirm underneath you.

"Mhh so impatient", you scold him playfully and can't help a laugh as he almost yelps when you abruptly speed up the pace, going back to fucking him fast and rough, chasing your own orgasm now.

"Mm baby gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up so good", you moan, pleasure coiling deep inside your abdomen as you slam into him again and again.

"Pl-please", Choso whines, tears beading at the corners of his eyes again.

"F-fuck I love getting to ruin you like this" you gasp out, feeling your own high approaching fast. "So close fuck I'm so close".

Moments later you're there, shoving your cock as deep inside Choso as you can, filling him up with your cum, grinding back into the sticky mess you're making.

Choso's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face at the amount of stimulation, a small amount of cum dribbling out of his only half hard cock as he trembles and shivers through an attempt at a second orgasm.

You mercilessly ride out your climax inside him until you're fully spent, collapsing against him with your cock still buried deep inside. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and Choso's hiccups as you both come down from your highs. God he's adorable. You let Choso's legs slide off your shoulders and lay them onto the bed again.

He gives you a lopsided smile, looking positively fucked out but happy, with his tear streaked cheeks and messy dark hair sticking to his forehead.

You carefully pull out, deeply satisfied when your cum slowly dribbles out of him afterwards.

"Glad we put a towel down", you note at the mess, crawling up to press a gentle kiss to Choso's lips.

"You were fucking amazing", you sigh into his mouth. "Took everything so well"

"Mmh felt so good", Choso slurs against your lips. "M'so tired now tho"

"You can fall asleep if you want to, I'll get us cleaned up" you smile at him before pressing more kisses to the tattoo on his nose, his cheeks and his forehead. "Try to drink some water before you doze off tho"

You lean over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to him, before getting up fully and making your way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or maybe three.

[jackmanbj]

aftercare

waring- cursing, little smut

“jackkk, i cant take itt!” “come on ma, a little more you got it” jack thrusted into you faster “jack m’ ganna cum!” “hold it baby, wait for me” “uhh i cantt!” “i wasnt asking, hold that shit. be a good girl” “yes sir”

you backed up trying to find something to grab and something to rest on “unt unt, dont run from this dick, take it” “jjj! please let me cum i cant hold it anymore!” “go ahead baby, let it go, cum all over this dick” “uuhh!” after 4 more thrust you squirted “fuckk!” “damn y/n” jack fucked you faster reaching his own orgasm “eeh jackk!” “come on you can do it baby im almost there.” jack came inside of you riding both of you through your highs

jack collapsed next to you and held you for a few minutes. “come on baby we need get cleaned up” “mm noo im tired” you wined as you felt jack pick you up “i know baby but come on” jack placed you into the empty tub and started running warm water, starting to leave the room “mm j where are you going ?” “to get you some water and i have to change the sheets baby” “mk”

jack came back upstairs with your water and let you drink some before getting a big and small cloth and getting into the warm shower behind you. jack put bar soap onto the towel and rubber it in, once he was done he started putting the cloth on you, wiping your face first then your body

you flinched as jack softly touched the sensitive area “sorry baby but i have to clean it” “its fine” you laid your head back on his shoulder as he cleaned you and then his self off

once he was done he picked you up and placed a town around you and brought you onto the new sheets he quickly put sweat pants on his self and started putting lotion on your body

“mm thank you j, sorry i couldn’t make dinner tonight” “baby i already told you i wasn’t worried about dinner” “i know bu-” “its fine baby calm down” “mk..” jack went into his side of the dressers and got a pair of boxers for you and carefully placed them on you and went back get a hoodie for you “thank you j” “mm for what?” “for taking care of my like this” “baby its my damn near job, you shouldn’t be saying thank you for stuff like this” “but still jack you get the point” “yeaa whateverrr” “come get in bed la sassy ass.” “dont start.” “ok daddy”

you waited for jack to lay in bed and climbed on too of his chest “goodnight sweet boy, i love you” “mm goodnight my favorite girl i love more” he kissed you on your cheek as you fell asleep.

[luciferlightbringer]

Talk to Me

Chapter 4

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader Word Count: 5.1k CW: Angst, trauma, trust building, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), lies, curiosity Guess who is finally gonna talk to each otherrrr?

|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5 (Updated through Chapter 5)

As happy as you were to be back at the nice new hotel, with nice new rooms, and nice new… friends(?), that didn’t mean that there was still a lot that you were trying to get used to. A lot that still felt overwhelming.

You had gone to sleep that night feeling ready to take on getting to know the others in the hotel, even briefly said hi to a couple of them, Angel, Husk, Cherri, and Niffty. But the next morning you woke up in a panicked cold sweat, and the tightened feeling in your chest about being around sinners.

You stayed into your room for a couple days, only sneaking out to get food.

You spent much of that time moving between freaking out and trying to figure out what to do to help other sinners. You just wish you had someone to talk it out with.

As if to a sort of answer to your prayers, Charlie knocked on your door. You slowly opened the door before giving her a panicked hug. She held you close and stroked your hair.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry I have not left my room… I’ve been meaning… trying to… but… I’m still so overwhelmed… I know that no one here will cause me harm… but I can’t help but think…”

Charlie shushed you as she held you, “Hey, it’s ok. I’m not upset, don’t worry. I know that I am wanting to encourage you but also not push you too far… I’ve made that mistake before… what do you feel like you need from me?” You thought, you’d never been asked that before. You think you would usually be the one asking Emily that in the past.

“Well… talking helps…”

Charlie smiled and moved further into the room with you, closing the door, sat on your bed and patted next to her “Tell me what is on your mind.”

You went to go sit by her and sighed, “I… I don’t know… I guess the first thing is… other sinners scare me… I don’t know what to do.”

Charlie thought, “Well… other sinners can be scary, but they can also be nice too. You never know what it is that made someone come to hell. I’ve always had the thought that sinners might not always be bad people.”

You gave Charlie a confused look.

Charlie thought again, “Ok uhh… let’s take Angel Dust for example. He’s a porn star. Why do you think he became a porn star?”

You shrugged, “Because he was a pornstar on Earth?”

Charlie shook her head, “Not the case actually. What would you say if you knew he grew up on Earth in the Mafia, with no way to escape, and spent most of his energy protecting his little sister?”

“That’s… huh…well being in the Mafia is bad… but if he was trapped in it… and he was protecting his sister… then that’s good…”

“He also is protective of others here at the hotel,” Charlie added, “He is almost like an older brother to Niffty.”

You thought for a minute about this, “But… how did he end up here… as a porn star?”

Charlie shrugged, “Lots of people end up here and get pulled into the… errr rough culture of Hell. Somehow he found his way to Valentino, the Overlord of the Porn Industry, and they made a contract.”

“And the cycle continues all over again,” you realize.

“Exactly,” Charlie added.

“And he is back repeating the same mistakes, because that’s what he needed to do to survive on earth,” you perk up more.

“Yes,” Charlie adds with more excitement.

“And… if he is becoming more good at the hotel… or doing more good things… it’s because…”

“Because he has a community to help him learn that there is more outside of that place of survival. That he can have support that isn’t abusive. Support that is kind and helps him find what he wants without being evil.” Charlie added.

You felt like your brain exploded. People weren’t just bad to be bad, some people were bad because of the community around them. Your heart broke.

“Some people on earth…” you start to choke on some tears, looking at Charlie “Some people on earth… had no chance of being good in their lifetime, did they? Not because they didn’t want to, but because they did not know how? Because they were not in a life where they were able to be around good people? They were trying to be the best they could in a bad environment?”

Charlie nodded, “Exactly.”

Tears streamed down your face, his realization made you so sad and so angry. So it was not just that people chose to be good or bad? Was there a gray area in the middle?

Charlie rubbed your back as you cried. She was… surprised by your response. She would hoped it would click, but something about this made you so upset. Questioning things? She was intrigued at the thought that this was not something that was understood by all sinners, but she guessed that everyone was different in their understanding. Everyone on earth experienced such vastly different things, it was hard to consider any sort of “standard” to the human experience.

Your tears soon settled, and you continued to look onto the floor, “I want to understand more… I want to.. to hear people’s experiences more… see more of this in action. But how would I do that?”

Charlie thought, “You could… just offer people a space to talk! Like… just saying you will be there to listen? Maybe talk them through some ideas if they want that?”

You thought and nodded, “Ya… that might work, but how would I get people to want to talk to me?”

Charlie stood up and started to pace around the room as she thought, “Well… I could encourage it as part of the hotel curriculum. Maybe they can get out of other activities occasional if they talk with you. Ultimately, them talking to you would need to be for their benefit though. Not just for you learning… Hmm…” Charlie continued to pace.

“Well… I think I would have to promise not to share anything outside of that conversation with anyone,” you added.

“Right! Hmm… we might want to be careful with that though,” Charlie said, “I don’t want anyone to abuse that. Like say if someone told you about something where they want to harm someone else or the hotel? I think you wouldn’t be able to keep that secret.”

“Oh ya, good point,” that though made you a little nervous, but you had to be prepared for anything, “I would just have to tell people the rules at the beginning.”

“That sounds good.”

“Ok… I can work with that… I think I with want to brainstorm for a little while more before starting anything.”

“Totally!” Charlie perked, “It sounds like an amazing idea that we can run the idea past the others. But for this to work, it would help if you started to come out and interact with them some more, what do you say?” Charlie held out a hand.

You looked at her hand and smiled, you knew she was right. You took her hand and followed her downstairs.

You took the rest of the evening and the next few days getting to know Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, and Alastor more. Though Alastor didn’t share much about himself other than the general vibe that he was powerful and scary. But overall the others did not make you feel bad about needing some time to get used to Hell, many of them had died a long time ago but they all remembered it being hard, even though they all varied in how much they accepted their placement in Hell.

Several days later, Charlie brought up the idea of your “Talk Time” with the other members of the hotel, and they were given time to talk through their worries or concerns.

“How do you know you ain’t gonna move to conversation to what you want? How do you know you ain’t gonna judge us?” Angel asked.

“Hmm… everything in that room is about you and your story. I want to learn more and support you guys. And if you ever do feel that way, you can tell me. I’m not forcing anyone to be there, I’m there if you want to talk some someone,” you responded, “Anything you tell me, I’m gonna do everything I can to meet it with curiously, not judgement. I’m not gonna be perfect, but I wanna try.”

“How do you know you are actually going to keep our secrets? What stops you from just blabbing them to all of Hell?” Husk asked.

You thought about that, and you looked at Charlie and Vaggie. You knew there was a certain type of silence spell that was sometimes used in Heaven, mostly for people on themselves so that they would not accidental spill secrets. It’s a spell that Adam should have used when it came to the exterminations, but his pride got in the way and he didn’t. You were curious if either of them had magic like that.

“Do either of you have magic that can cause a sort of silencing spell? One that could force me to not be able to talk about certain things?”

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other and thought. Alastor in the corner of the room gripped his cane, thinking of the magic threads that kept his own secrets locked away.

Vaggie thought of the same angelic seal that you had, she found it cruel though, but she understood the reason here. Part of her was curious about how you had thought of that so quickly, but now was not the time to dive into that.

“I do”, she said “It binds you to keeping secrets within specified parameters, like if it were to be like “You are are bound to keep the secrets of Charolette Morningstar, so long as keeping the secret would not cause harm to others.”” Or something.”

You nodded, that sounded right, “Can we try it so everyone can see?”

Vaggie nodded and began the spell, saying it the same thing she had said before, then she prompted Charlie to tell you a small secret. Charlie came up and in your ear whispered “I accidentally used Vaggie’s toothbrush one time before we were officially dating and I’ve never told her and I feel really bad about it.” You wanted to laugh because it was such an innocent secret, but your face remained neutral.

You turned to the group and attempted to say the secret but all that happened was your lips sealed shut and a red X marked over your mouth, silencing you for a moment before disappearing. You tried it again, and the red X appeared. You looked out to the group.

“Any further questions or concerns?” You ask the group.

“Will that happen for anything we tell you?” Niffty added.

Vaggie answered, “I can set it just so it happens involving information said when you are in her room, this will also incentivize you all to only talk to her about heavy stuff during times you meet with her, so that you aren’t just randomly coming up to her. Got it?”

The rest of the group nodded.

“How long will we have to talk to ya for?” Angel asked.

You shrugged, “As long as you like I guess, but I might have to cap it at some point. We will workshop it and see how it goes. I’m gonna start offering it a couple days a week and then I’ll increase time as I feel ready for it.”

That seemed to be the end of the questions for now. There was always room for more questions.

You started your open office hours the next day, your door was open and you were just hanging out in your room. No one came in for most of the day, but closer to the end of the day, Angel came walking in.

“Hey,” Angel said in the doorway.

“Hey! You wanna come chat?” You ask.

“Not really, but yes… but Husk said it might be a good idea, let’s get Vaggie going with that silence spell though,” Angel added. You called for Vaggie, she set the spell, and then you and Angel were alone to talk.

Angel sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. He sighed, “I talk ‘bout my shit all the time but I don’t know where ta even start ‘ere” he buries his face in his hands.

You thought a moment, “How about today? Is there something that is bothering you today? You said Husk told you to come up here.”

Angel sighed, “Alright, buckle in toots.” Angel started by telling you about his boss, Valentino, being an absolute monster to him. You asked some questions and Angel went back into the details of how he ended up on the end of Val’s chain. How he had arrived to Hell much like you did, scared and alone, although he figured some of his family was down here, but he didn’t want much to do with them. There was no hotel then, and all he knew was finding someone in power to protect him.

He got a job in Val’s company since he knew sex and acting were things he could do, and he quickly gained the favor of Val. But Val didn’t just like him, he was obsessed with him, Angel had to live with him and be on call basically 24/7 for shoots and for Val personally. Protection didn’t matter if it wasn’t protecting him from the biggest threat in his life, which had become Val himself. But he was trapped, he learned about the hotel and got set up over here. The hotel was the only remotely safe place he had now and he was thankful for that. He then went quiet.

“I understan-“ you started to say.

“No! No you don’t! No one does. Don’t hit me with that crap, I get it all the time,” Angel snarked as he crossed his arms.

You wanted to snap at him but you took a breath, remembering this isn’t about you, that’s probably his pain.

“You’re right,” you said. He looked up at you with surprise and confusion, “You’re totally right, I’m sorry, I don’t… I guess I mean… I see your pain, I hear your suffering… I see you Angel. You just wanna be safe.”

He stared at you a moment and nodded “Ya.”

“And you want to have people around you that will want to protect you?”

He nodded again, his arms going more slack, “Ya.”

“And if you took part in the battle with Heaven, I’m gonna guess you have found that here, and you wanna protect them, too. Right?”

He nods, fighting the tears that welled in his eyes, “Heh… I’m glad you got that silence spell, wouldn’t want everyone to know how mushy I am.”

You shrugged “I think many of them would appreciate it, but that is up to you.”

Angel smiled “So uhh… let me know when ya office is open again. Kay? This… didn’t completely suck.”

You smiled, and walked him to the door. Once he left you closed the door and sighed, that was a lot, but it was good. You didn’t have long before there was a knock on your door.

You opened the door to see a short young man with short slicked back blond hair, a sharp smile, and button up and a suit vest, there were red dots on his checks like Charlie, did she have a brother?

“Hiya! Haha, I apologize for the intrusion, I hope I didn’t startle you. I was in the neighbor and came to say hi to Charlie and she said you were taking times for people to come and just chat with you so I thought I would came say hi!”

“Oh! Well wonderful, and… you are?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, weird are my manners, I’m Lucifer!” he said sticking out a hand.

You were suddenly full of fear and took a step back, “Lucifer…” You felt yourself trip and start to fall backwards. You anticipate hitting the floor but you stop just short as Lucifer catches you, a worried look on his face. Time feels like it slows for a second as he holds you up and you look at each other. He quickly sets you down and takes a step back.

“I’m so sorry… I really didn’t mean to scare you… I promise I just wanted to come say hi. Connect the face to the name. (Y/fn), right? Charlie mentioned you. And I wanted to give you this!” He pulls out a simple rubber duck.

You were just looking him up and down, trying to make sense of the image in front of you, and then the rubber duck. This soft and small person was the terrifying Lucifer? Why did he have a rubber duck?

“Yes that’s me. Wait. You are Lucifer?” You asked.

Lucifer nodded, “The one and only!”

You blinked and thought more, “But… you’re not scary? Do you make yourself not look scary?”

Lucifer looked at himself and chuckled “No this is how I normally look, I actually have to try to make myself look scary.”

“So you can be scary?”

Lucifer shrugged, “Yes, but I don’t like to. I’m guessing they still draw me as big and muscular with horns and fire and all of that on Earth?”

You thought back to the few depictions you had seen of Lucifer around Heaven, each one a more terrifying depiction from the last, and you made a face. “You could say that, lots of goat and snake like monsters.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Eh. Of course. I can look like elements of that, but half the time I swear they are just drawing Satan and slapping my name on him. He’s like a big goat man, Sin or Wrath. He runs the Wrath ring downstairs.” He set down the rubber duck on the table next to the door. “Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for joining Charlie’s hotel. We weren’t sure we were going to get more after the extermination news. How did you find us?”

Damn you needed a good excuse, what was the one you had told Charlie the other day? You started to stand back up as you responded. “I uhh… heard something about it from the group of sinners that… beat me up. Not in a positive way but I thought I would check it out. I’m glad I did, Charlie has been so kind to me.”

Lucifer frowned, “I’m sorry to hear about your attack but I’m glad that you have found comfort with my daughter. She has such a gentle heart.” He smiled as he thought about his daughter.

You watched his eyes shine as he talked about her. Seriously, who was this guy? This gentle and kind person was the most hated being in all of creation? This was the man whose name was akin to a cursed word in the heavens. The longer you were here, the less sense things were making, and the more angry it made you.

Lucifer looked at you and noticed the grimace on your face, “Uhh… everything ok?”

You snapped back to the present and realized how twisted in frustration your face was. “Uhh… ya! I just… still have some pain I’m dealing with. Nothing to worry about.”

Lucifer looked at the light wrap on your arm and opposing leg, no longer full casts but a little wrap, “May I take a look?”

You hesitated, and he sensed it. “I wouldn’t hurt you. Some angels just have healing powers, I just want to see if your bones settled the right way.”

You paused, and then offered your arm “No cuts please.”

Lucifer nodded, “No cuts.” He walked forward and took your forearm in both hands and closed his eyes, focusing in on your bones. He could sense that this one was healing correctly, but he let out some power and finished up the healing process.

You were so nervous to be this close to him, but something about his soft touch was so disarming. He was warm and gentle. The light startled you, but then a wave of relief came over your arm. His hands slipped away and you tried moving it. It was good as new! You beamed a smile looking at it.

Lucifer smiled seeing you ease up a little around him. “Want me to do your leg next?” You looked at him and nodded.

You sat on the bed, and he knelt down to take your lower leg in his hands, closing his eyes again. This time you looked more over his features as he turned into your injury, your curiosity over him was just eating at you. And even more so… they did he almost feel familiar?

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Were you walking on this injury?”

“Uhh… ya, why?” You responded. “Why? Is something wrong?”

He looked up at you, “The bones are not healing correctly in line, that is probably what is causing more pain here.”

“That’s not good… is there a way to fix it?”

“There is… but I would have to separate the bones again to be able to heal them back in the right place. You wouldn’t feel pain but it’s not pleasant. It will feel better after that though,” he said looking into your eyes.

You grabbed at your shoulder, remembering the break of your wing. You swallowed hard, could you trust the devil?

You nodded.

He nodded, set his hands in place, and prepared you, his magic beginning to glow again. Before you knew it, there was a quick pop and then a cooling sensation of healing again. You both exhaled and then smiled at each other.

You stood up and tested your leg, you could put your weight on it without pain again! You spun around and smiled.

Lucifer smiled again, warmth filling his heart as we felt like he was actually able to do something nice for you. Filling some sense of an unpaid debt of some kind.

“I’m glad you are feeling better, anything else? I noticed you grabbed your shoulder, I could-“

“No!” You stopped your dance and held your shoulder away. Lucifer pulled back with a look of worry on his face.

“I mean… I’m sorry, it’s nothing. An old injury from… my old life. Nothing something that is actually there. Just something I think of,” you looked over the worry and pain on his face. “Shit… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell…”

“No it’s ok, haha, I get it, old pains from a past life and all…” Lucifer thought off, thinking of the fall.

You looked over his face again, there was something so deep about his pain, it intrigued you. It was funny how little you had known about pain as a concept just a month ago, but now, your hunger for learning about it was unmatched. You couldn’t understand what made people actually good until you realized that also made them bad, and pain and suffering seems to be a big factor. Looking at the harbinger of pain and suffering himself, it made you so curious as to what started it all.

“Hey,” you said, Lucifer looked up at you. “My… my talk times are available for everyone at the hotel, so… that includes you. If you ever want to talk about things that have happened to you… my door is open. Just… maybe not today. My last appointment was uhh… a lot. With-“ you tried to say Angel’s name but your mouth sealed shut and a red X appeared over your mouth.

Lucifer was startled by the angelic red X that he remembers seeing on the elders sometimes in the past. After a moment the X disappeared

“Sorry, silence spell. I forgot I can’t even say the name of who I last talked to. Vaggie helped me set it up,” you rubbed your mouth, that feeling was not pleasant.

“Oh interesting, so you have parameters set to not share what people let you during the talk time?” Lucifer asked. You nodded. He thought and then smiled.

“Alright, I’ll come talk to you. I’ll see you in a few days then.” He gave you a wink and then wished you goodbye before teleporting downstairs to grab his hat and coat, and saying goodbye to the others before teleporting back home.

You sighed and flopped on your bed after Lucifer left. You had met the King of Hell and lived to tell the tale. He was so unlike anything you expected. You were still a little wary of him, but the way you didn’t sense a single bit of malice or trickery about him. Just… kindness and…sadness… lots of sadness… He felt so much like Charlie, but also… not.

You thought again to the look in his eyes, the gentle way he talked about healed you, especially your leg, he could have just snapped it and healed it, but he took the time to talk you through it. You actually thought to keep that in might when talking to people, you could probably approach conversations like that.

But beyond that, he, like his daughter, respected when you said no to him looking at your shoulder. He wasn’t just searching to make you “perfect” he wanted you to have a say in things. That felt so unusual, that was something you had very little of in Heaven.

Then there was the biggest part that bothered you. Why did he feel familiar? Vaggie you could understand, she could have been a face in the crowd of Heaven that you just didn’t pick up on and she slipped your memory in the years since she was kicked from the service of Heaven. But how could Lucifer feel familiar? He fell before you were created. Had you met at another point still?

You remembered the day you came into being, your eyes opening and Sera welcoming you, explaining your role, and being introduced to Emily.

Emily… your heart hurt to think of her, your closest… friend. Tears welled up in your eyes. How you missed her. You wished she was ok. You wondering if she thought of you. If she still suffered. Or if she had just forgotten you at this point and moved on.

You shook your head, no, Emily was not like that, she wouldn’t forget you after almost 10,000 years of friendship.

You sighed and rolled onto your side, your eyes caught sight of the rubber duck Lucifer had left. You smiled. What a curious thing, and what a curious man. You floated the duck over to you and looked at it as you laid there. You realized you never thanked him for the gift. How rude of you. You would have to remedy that next time you talked with him. You smiled at the thought as you drifted to sleep.

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Lucifer returned home and flopped on his bed again, a swirl of emotions mixed up in his stomach. On the one hand he was grateful for another pleasant visit to the hotel, and a chance to meet and interact with you. On the other… there were some things he just couldn’t wrap his head around.

On the more positive end, he was glad the you seemed like a kind sinner, which also confused him, because kind and sinner should not mix, but he also didn’t even know what the threshold was for people ending up here anyway. He knew from getting to know the other sinners at that hotel that some people just had a rough exterior, but you didn’t even seem to have that. Your biggest thing seemed to be that you were very afraid of him.

He had hoped that by the end of your conversation he had put you a little more at ease. He thought that maybe you had grown up in a cult or something, that would explain many of the behaviors. Growing up with an idea of a deity that should be feared above all else or else the “monstrous devil” would steal their soul.

Pfft. As if. He had better things to do than deal in the trading of mortal souls.

Anyways, ya that was probably the case. He was just glad that you were feeling better about your limbs and you offering some of your time to talk with him. He almost found it amusing to think about talking to a mortal about his problems. As if they could even comprehend it. But it would be nice to talk to some things outside of Charlie and his rubber ducks, although the ducks were great listeners.

The things that bothered him about his visit were… interesting. The more simple part was your reaction to him looking at your shoulder. He understood the idea of an old injury but… that reaction didn’t pan out with an old one, but a new one. A traumatizing one. You hadn’t been here for long, so what could have happened to have caused such a reaction? One that you didn’t want touched or healed if it was as fresh as your other injuries? Or was it even fresher? Had a rogue exorcist gotten to you? There was no way of telling. Maybe once he had built up more trust with her, he would have more of a chance to get that question answered.

Then there was the bigger reason for his discomfort, why did you feel familiar to him, and why did you feel off to him? He had only recently started interacting with sinners and you were new to Hell, so that couldn’t be it. Maybe he had seen you in the past when he had taken a trip to Earth before with… ugh, maybe? That also seemed like a stretch. Maybe you just reminded him from someone, that was probably it. Someone from a long time ago maybe?

Curse this depression brain fog, it made trying to remember anything impossible. What was your name again? (Y/fn)? That didn’t ring any bells, so you must have just reminded him of someone, it was gonna drive him crazy.

Oh well, for now that would just have to remain a mystery for another day.

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